100 Monkeys

A hundred monkeys on a pole,
each with a bar of soap.
Woe to the monkeys who slip

Ready to Die is Ready to Live

In order for thinking animals to be healthy
they should practice serenity daily

Words and thoughts must not to be wasted.
Idle words foster insecurity

A skilled fighter does not throw punches at the air
Vanity, arrogance, fear and hatred  block the senses

Ready to die is ready to live 
Be clear as running water

Bride, Knight and Broom

Bountiful, magnificent Day
arrayed in plates of transparent armor

invites the hills to play at war
and the seas to swim

Let everything fly and everything sing.
We are tethered to cosmos as puppets to strings.

Clarity and Precision

One man's belief can be another superstition.
Believe in what serves your purpose

Give no credence to gimmicks
Smash mirrors left and right
how can that change your luck?

I gamble, yes, when gamble I must.
My faith is a game of chance in hope.

Proximity and Distance

If you're poor, be wealthy in humility
as Jesus was both poor and wealthy.

If you're rich, be poor in spirit
There is a way to the attainment of .perfection.

She Was A Ship

Her belly ripped, her ribs in pieces, her kitchen wares scattered far and wide,
her wheel house crooked, leaning hard, there she lies a mile down.
She was a ship

Off the coast of South America
where the Orinoco flows into the Atlantic
a periscope waits like a one eye monster.

Then a grey spot appears on the grey horizon
which provokes the U boat captain to turn his cap backwards.
and  wait some more.

The Freighter Soraya in perfect profile,
a torpedo is dispatched to her midship.
It hits and sends the ship into a frenzy of fireworks.

Naturally, the crew on the submarine celebrates.
In war, you either celebrate periodically or sigh endlessly.
In the murky bottom there she lays.  She was a ship the goblins eat.

Angels We Have Heard

Roads talk to drivers from divers directions,
floor boards, pedals, rear view mirrors
and the seats of our pants.

No driver needs to drive the long stretch lonely.
Thanks be to the angel on board, the faithful copilot.
GPS.  Glory to technology in the highest.

Time and Remember

Rundown freighters tramp the seas
Their engines churn and sputter
Their bundled waters would wanna quit. 

It happens alike to old sailors that keep on sailing
'cause an old age home ain't no dream boat.
It happens alike to factory workers in rust belts.

The fates of tired ships are sealed.
If not on Friday scraped, On Monday,
they might be beached.

If neither plays out,  an unexpected sinking
might make of them new habitats
where light hardly reaches.

So it is.  In the man made,
everything eventually is wasted
and junk yard  heaped, In nature, nothing ever is.

N Matter What

In love be strong, in hate diluted
You're too old to blow out
the last of your fuses

Moon Women

We transmit light
We entertain darkness
Like the moon, we wax and wane
Our female cycles are similar

Sounds and Effects

Sound enters spirit through body.
Health is harmony.  Peace is prosperity.
Prayer originates in the heart.

Mind replicates the Cosmos.

Water Wheel

I heard a note 
Said the note; I am Rose,

I read a note.
Read the note;I am Dirt.

Alas, Rose needs Dirt
more than Dirt needs Rose.

I heard notes by a laughing brook.
Said the notes; I am Water. Everyone needs me.

Seek, Sacrifice and Serve

Seek
Sacrifice
Serve
Live, die
Resurrect

Autumn Candles

The day is crystal
The day is smoke
traced on gems and minerals

Autumn whistles candles
Trail of leaves tales
Summer falls and rises

Thinking About Nothing

I wish to no longer be addicted to the keyboard,
a virtual dummy to the internet,
therefore, I am limiting my postings from 3 an hour
to one every now and when,
undeppressed about yesterday
unfrantic about today
content to idle the hours
go-lightly thinking about nothing

Chalking The Cue

Sun, I love you.
I love you, Moon.
Twinkles by the trillions,
Dust thou know I exist?
Straight shot from where I star,
Eight-ball, corner pocket.

A Tale of Beginnings

In the rush of autumn; I heard a boom,
a voice that questioned "Are you ready, "

My heart skipped, raced and genuflected
I did not dare to answer, I did not dare not to reply

In a tattered corn field at summer's end.
the voice transferred to a scarecrow:

"We ain't playing, sonny.  You better be ready,
ready or not."

I mouse-like squeaked:  I guess I'm ready, I hope I'm..
Please, whoever you are. I'm just taking a stroll on the edge of winter.

The voice in the scarecrow now in a crow, gawked,
"For what then  are you ready?"

"I'm ready to surrender," said I.  And with that the fence
on which the crow was perched spoke in rails with a Scottish accent:

"Ready to die is ready to live."  It was then I understood  that there where  I stood
 I had been struck by lighting two times.  Such luck was mine.

A Soaking

Distanced between origin and departure
Big clouds break water over Balding Mountain,
Through gaps in pine, flash flood follows
Jumping tents, storming fences
Down the Colorado

The eaglet's soak
Young deer shiver
Earth Mother sonorous
feeds our senses

Long Fellows

In this cornea of Central Asia
Did I say cornea?
I meant corner of Central Asia

It's down to you pic the pixel
for what's a poem worth once read and read no longer
It enters the past tense of bearded gentlemen
and lilac-scented ladies in pantyhoses

Ponds Skipped Across The Pond

The notion of God to us is always troubling and odd
'cause One and Trinity are uneven numbers.

Understanding is stymied
where understanding limits

Still. Love goes further,
Love goes farther

than pebbles skipped across a pond
of just bad times